I have walked many roads,

	I have walked along many roads,

I have found many paths;

and opened paths through brush,

I have sailed a hundred seas,

I have sailed over a hundred seas

and landed on a hundred shores.

and tied up on a hundred shores.

Everywhere I have seen

	Everywhere I’ve gone I’ve seen

caravans of sadness,

excursions of sadness,

sober and melancholy

angry and melancholy

drunk with black shadow,

drunkards with black shadows,

and pedants of cloth

	and academics in offstage clothes

who look, quietly, and think

who watch, say nothing, and think

that they know, because they do not drink

they know, because they do not drink wine

the wine in the taverns.

in the ordinary bars.

Bad people who walk

	Evil men who walk around

and in walking soil the land…

polluting the earth. . .

And in all the places I have seen

	And everywhere I’ve been I’ve seen

people who dance or play,

men who dance and play,

when they can, and work

when they can, and work

their four spans of land.

the few inches of ground they have.

Never, when they come to a place,

	If they turn up somewhere,

do they ask where to go.

they never ask where they are.

When they make their way, they ride

When they take trips, they ride

on the back of an old mule,

on the backs of old mules.

and do not know to hurry

	They don’t know how to hurry,

not even on the days of the fiesta.

not even on holidays.

Where they have wine, they drink wine;

They drink wine, if there is some,

where they have no wine, fresh water.

if not, cool water.

They are good people who live,

	These men are the good ones,

work, pass the time and dream,

who love, work, walk and dream.

and on a day like many,

And on a day no different from the rest

rest beneath the soil.

they lie down beneath the earth.